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La la. Nothing new. I need to work on my project but I'm not, BIG SURPRISE. whatever everything always gets done in time somehow.

I went out tonight and had 9 drinks and while, yes, I was making retarded faces and pretending to be an airplane at the pub, within like 5 minutes I'd mostly sobered up. I hate this alcohol tolerance bullshit. I can't afford it, heh.

This weather blows. Rainy and windy and cold. Any combination of any of the above (especially the last two) would be fine, but all three together... not fun. I broke down and bought a fleece today, and now I'm going to be that asshole American going everywhere in a fleece because it's warm and fuzzy and actually (because of the cut) looks way better on me than a hoodie. At least I take it off and have something dressier underneath when I go to the pub.

Okay, sleep now. Today was fucking long. OH but I found a way to make $100 and it's called data entry... yippee.

...London accents carry through walls/across hallways really well. I love Evette, and she picked my miserable ass up from an airport after a phone call at 9:30 AM Friday, and she's taking me to Heathrow on December 20 at 4 AM so I can catch a flight, but omgshutupplease.